Gwen felt a shiver down her spine at the way he brushed a covered part of her arm.
"Right, salt," she half smiled before stepping into the room, easing off her coat, to drape over the back of the chair.
She could stay awake, for one drink. Just the one. Maybe.
But it seemed her body had other ideas and now she was back, she just ached for sleep. She moved virtually on autopilot, peeling off her clothes and leaving them discarded on the floor before climbing under the single sheet on her bed. She fell asleep almost instantly, totally drained by the night's work.